But as you can see, sleep is direly needed.

I want more than 5 hours of sleep, more than you know, son, but there's twelve strings and a resonating chamber that are just dying to teach me more about the nuanced interminglings of vibrating alloys and the densely traditional manipulation of organic tissues, developed by way of several millennia of social evolution (evolution in a sense that does not assume a hierarchy of superiority and inferiority that corresponds directly with chronological development; that, sir, would be presumptuous and pretentious).